Thursday, July 7, 2011

Hypocrisy... I'm good at it

Sometimes I feel like a total hypocrite.

For example, ideologically speaking I can’t stand girls who just care about fashion and worship their husband and dream of being the perfect homemaker. And yet I secretly enjoy shopping (or should I say, I enjoy to have shopped. I kind of can’t stand big crowds most of the time) and feel so unfeministic about  it. Deep down, I don’t actually want to be a big tough working girl… I don’t think I’ve got what it takes. Also, those girls often seem like the most blissfully happy people.

And then there’s the dumb people who have DSLRs and wear them like they’re an accessory… but I would kill to get my hands on one (figuratively speaking of course).

Oh and my undying hatred for rich people (sorry rich kids), but really… sometimes I wish I had grown up with a daddy that got me everything I always wanted on a silver platter. It’s not that I’m a socialist, I just kind of wish I were born in one of those fancy upper classes of society. Then again, I'm grateful for my artist's daughter upbringing and how many places we've lived. My dad was definitely more fun than yours, hands down. (No offense)

Anyway, that’s enough of my hypocritical self for today. Hey, at least I own up to my hypocrisy every once in a while, that’s gotta count for something right?

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